Muffin But Murder (A Merry Muffin Mystery) - Plot & Excerpts
It was decrepit, held together by duct tape and hope and fueled by desperation. I needed another one but couldn’t bring myself to spend any of my quickly dwindling resources on something that was only going to cost me more and more as I went. When I had time, I was going to have someone come out to the castle to look at the two cars my uncle had stored in the garage—the 1940s car I remembered riding in at the age of five was still there and might be worth something to a collector—and I did hope that his 1970s Cadillac could be rescued. Until then, I had to use Shilo’s beater. I tootled along to Binny’s Bakery and parked in front. This wasn’t a delivery; Binny would die before she would sell something as prosaic as muffins in her shop. The girl was capital-S stubborn. Autumn Vale would have devoured cookies and muffins, but instead she gave them brioche and mille-feuille at cut-rate costs to try to educate their palates. I kept trying to tell her that it wasn’t education they needed; they liked her stuff once in a while, especially since she was selling mille-feuille at oatmeal cookie prices.
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